Insects

Apr. 9th, 2015 03:36 pm
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Title: Insects
Rating: PG13
Genre: Gen, Wee!chester, fluff, a smidge of angst
Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, John Winchester
Word count: 2230
Disclaimer: Characters belong to the creators of Supernatural, only the story is mine. No profit is being made and no copyright infringement intended.
Beta: The wonderful [livejournal.com profile] cherie_morte. Thank you, honey!

Authors Notes: I wrote this little ficlet many months ago as a gift for [livejournal.com profile] electricmonk333 and then with all of the crap happening in my life, I forgot to post it! I was looking for something on my laptop and stumbled across it. I'm sorry it took me so long to post it, Shafaeli. I'm so glad to hear you're finally home! I hope this little bit of fluff puts a smile on your face. Forgive me for the angst that crept in, I can't seem to help myself ;)
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Sam - art

Nov. 10th, 2014 01:15 am
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This is something I've been working with on and off for a month or so. I draw pathetically slowly. I decided to try something a little different and this is what happened. I was inspired by a painting of Sam by the wonderfully talented [livejournal.com profile] vongue. I liked her use of shading and the brown colour palette, and thought I'd give heavy shading with a palette of browns, black, and white a go. I'm not sure I was very successful, but...*shrugs* I kept playing with it and changing stuff and every time I look at it I see something else that needs fixing. I decided I was never going to be completely happy with it and declared it done. I wanted something stark that emphasised his exotic features, with really obvious paint strokes, but now I think he kind of looks like a vampire. I don't think white was a good choice, lol!

I love him with facial hair but it truly is a bitch to work with so I think I'm going to have him clean-shaven next.




Sorry about the enormous and intrusive signature but so many people keep getting their art nabbed and their signatures cropped off. My source photo was this promo pic from from the TV Guide Comic Con cover.
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Title: Buffalo Bill
Rating: PG13
Genre: SPN Gen. Outsider POV
Characters/pairings: OMCs, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester.
Warnings: Some adult language, mild drug use, and underage drinking.
Words: Approx 7000
Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended. None of the characters from Supernatural belong to me, I only lay claim to my original characters and story.
Summary: Sixteen year old Trevor has a great plan to make a little cash to spend, this summer. He and Joey are going to boost that big, shiny black car from the two dudes staying at the motel his mother manages, and then sell it. He has it all planned. The men are harmless, pansy-ass antiquers, so it's not like it'll be risky. It'll be just like stealing candy from a baby...


Author's Notes: This was written for a fabulous prompt from [livejournal.com profile] septembers_coda for this year's Summergen, in hopes of breaking the writer's block that has been plaguing me for far too long. Unfortunately, I left it until the very last minute, then had connection problems, and because I ended up rushing it, the posted story was absolutely chock-full of errors. Thank you, so much, to the lovely [livejournal.com profile] fufaraw who offered to beta the fic for me before I posted it here. You're a life saver, honey! More notes after the story.
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Elements of Journalism or: How to Win Friends and Alienate Your Superiors - Art Masterpost

Well this is my first foray into the world of Big Bang and I was truly lucky to choose what turned out to be a fantastic story by the wonderfully talented [livejournal.com profile] story_monger When I read it, (I was lucky enough to play beta as well) I was blown away. Not only is it incredibly well written, it has a great mix of mystery, drama, office politics and family tensions...alongside a truly charming burgeoning relationship between Sam and Castiel. Even though the story is an AU, the author has managed to weave in elements from the show with subtle nuance and the whole thing is so incredibly clever. I seriously would recommend reading it, and not just because I made the art, it's a fantastic story.

Fic Masterpost: Here

Synopsis: Sam Winchester needs a job. He's a news reporter who recently stepped down from his comfortable position with the Los Angeles Times after his mix-up in a questionable case of journalism ethics. Luckily for him, his brother and Bobby think they can snag him a job at the New Eldritch Herald, a small-town newspaper in the middle of Kansas. And they do. And Sam meets Castiel Novak: the photography editor who everyone agrees resembles the Grumpy Cat meme. Several things happen after that: Sam and Cas develop a friendship, Cas keeps photographing everything, Dean and Sam try to figure out how to be brothers again, Sam starts to realize Editor-in-Chief Michael Alef sort of hates him, and everyone partakes in a hefty dose of vigilante journalism.



First off is the banner. I chose sepia tones and made the fonts an important part of it to give it a writing/journalistic feel. The animation wasn't part of the original plan but I was making some animated gifs and wondered if I could somehow incorporate animation into the banner. I liked how it worked out.


Here are the chapter dividers which include images that represent both the writing (Sam) and photography (Cas) aspects plus the small town newspaper they work for. The remainder of the dividers are notepaper, pen and handwriting.










And lastly, I wanted to make something where I could include a few images of some of the other important characters to finish things off. I tried it first with the same sepia tones but the images just looked wrong so although it differs in feel, I still think it fits and I have to say, this was the image that was the most fun to pull together. I loved making the individual photos to try and fit the story and flex my manip muscles.

I'm really proud to have worked on this fic. Story_monger is a joy to work with, she let me have complete control of where I wanted to take the art and I hope she likes how it all worked out. Playing beta for her was great too because I loved the story so much and she is such a talented writer. Now, if you haven't already read the story - go read it now! You won't be disappointed.
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I'm absolutely thrilled to bits to have provided the new banner for the Abused Sammy community. Hurt Sam is one of my favourite things to read and write so it's a great pleasure to be part of the community in this way. I've posted the painting before but here it is as a banner. I really like it and I hope you do too.

Ceejay.


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Just a few pieces of art of Jared / Sam that I've done over the past couple of months. I'm kind of pleased with how they turned out.

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Rating: NC17
Genre: PWP
Characters: Sam/Dean
Word Count: 5320
Spoilers: Small spoilers to the beginning of season 4.
Warnings: Wincest, references to canonical character deaths.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my own words and imagination. If I did, this would have really happened.
Author’s Notes: This is my first time writing slash and Wincest. I'm so nervous I've bitten off all of my fingernails *runs and hides*. This is part three of my Firsts 'verse but each story is stand alone and if you don't like het you may not want to read parts one and two. Part one was Dean's first time and part two was Sam's. This chronicles their firsts together.


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Title: Little Boy Blue
Rating: PG13
Genre: Gen, Weechesters
Characters/ Pairings: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, OC
Word Count: 1090
Warnings: Some course language and violence - adult themes.
Disclaimer: Characters belong to the creator and the network. No profit is being made - just doing this for fun.
Summary: Someone nasty has their eye on six year old Sammy. It's up to eleven year old Dean to save the day and possibly his baby brother's life.
Author’s Notes: Written for a Triple Play prompt on [livejournal.com profile] ohsam. 1. Store or mall 2. Dean and kidnapper 3. Wee!Sam gets lost in the store and almost gets kidnapped. Dean kicks some ass. I veered from the prompt just slightly as Sammy didn't get lost.



He sees him by the comic books in his too big hand-me-down shirt and jeans, his small hand reverently stroking the covers. This is his new favorite hunting ground – the racks of comics are close to the store entrance which is right beside the fire exit. So many little ones left alone whilst their parents peruse the book offerings further inside the store. It's always so easy to take them, it’s almost like they are being offered up so why shouldn’t he take them.

He’s already done this twice before – never in the same state, after all he’s not stupid. It’s been months since his last little toy broke and had to be discarded and he’d been such fun to play with, just like this one will be – he’s perfect. He looks to be around six or seven years old with soft wavy brown hair, big dimples and expressive puppy dog eyes. He can’t wait to see those eyes tear-filled, to see the fear in them. Little boy blue. He suppresses a shiver.

He can see how much the boy wants one of those comics, maybe he could lure him away with the promise of one. Much less chance of attracting attention that way, there’s always a risk that he might be seen if he drags him out. He knows this one was meant to be because he didn’t come in with an adult just an older child – brother maybe – no more than twelve and completely absorbed with the car magazines further over. This will be a piece of cake.

He can’t wait any longer – can’t lose this golden opportunity whilst the older boy is distracted. He stands next to the boy and picks up a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle comic, one of the ones the boy has been eyeing. He’s about to speak to the child, ask for help in choosing something for his son but the boy is instantly wary and starts to look around for the other one. He knows if he speaks the boy will leave or call out, he’ll have to snatch him now. He quickly scans around and seeing nobody close by he grabs the boy’s arm and clasps his hand to his mouth, lifting him easily and moving quickly through the entrance to the door of the fire exit. “De..” The rest is muffled quickly by his large hand.

Dean is three racks over but instantly hears Sam’s small cry, even over the cheesy music playing through the store’s PA system. He rushes to where his brother had been but the space is empty. He whirls around and thinks he sees his brother’s small feet disappearing through the fire exit just outside the store and takes off at a run. He pushes through the doors screaming, “Sammy!” and sees a man pushing his little brother into a car parked just outside.

He yells, “Hey!” and the man turns toward him with a feral look on his face.

He’s annoyed that the older boy found him so quickly but it won’t make any difference. He’ll be in the car and gone by the time the older child can run for help. He grins at him as he pushes his prize over the bench seat to the passenger side. He knows his toy can’t escape because he removed the door handle. But instead of screaming, or running to find an adult the boy reaches behind himself and pulls a small snub nosed pistol from his waistband. What the hell?

“Move away from the car you sick fuck or I’ll blow a hole clear through your head.” The boy has a steady aim, not even a small tremor in his outstretched arms.

He weighs up his options – would the boy actually do it? He’s just a child himself. He could most likely throw himself into the car and be gone by the time the boy can react but then the boy calmly flips off the safety.

“I won’t say it again, move!”

He raises in arms in front of himself in a gesture of surrender and steps away from the car door.

“All the way to the back.”

He complies, walking backward toward the car trunk.

“Sammy, get out of the car.”

The small one, his beloved prize, leaps from the car and runs to the older child who pushes him behind to shield him.

“Are you alright?”

The little boy is crying, snot and tears running down his face, exactly the way he had pictured he would look when he got him to his play room – beautifully terrified. But now he would never get to play with this toy.

“M’okay,” the small boy snuffles and hiccups, pressing into his brother’s back.

“Do you think you can run when I tell you?”

“Uh huh.”

Before he gets a chance to think about the boys calling for help or the police the older boy speaks again.

“Throw me the car keys.” His stance hasn’t wavered, his face a mask of cold fury that looks odd on a child. There is zero fear. He tosses the keys and the boy moves forward enough to pull them toward himself with his foot.

“Get the keys, Sammy.” The small boy picks up the keys with one hand while the other arm is wiping his face.

“Get ready to run,” Dean whispers.

“You one of those sick fucks that get off on hurting little kids?”

The question is obviously rhetorical because the boy doesn’t seem to be expecting an answer and he doesn’t offer one. He is really regretting everything now, not only choosing this particular boy but parking where no other soul is likely to walk by.

The older boy moves toward him but not getting close enough to be grabbed or tackled.

“You were gonna hurt my baby brother.”

Before he can begin to talk or plead he feels the bullet shatter his knee at the same moment he hears the explosion of the gun being fired. White hot fire burns its way through his body and he is vaguely aware of the older boy shouting “Run, Sammy!”

His vision dims to black spots as he thinks about the incriminating souvenirs in his car that he kept from his two previous toys and wishes he had kept them somewhere safe as he hears running footsteps approaching and a voice telling him to hold on, an ambulance and police are on their way. He wants to run, needs to escape but as he hears the distant sirens, the darkness claims him.

Fin
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Title: Forced
Rating: M
Genre: Gen, Teenchesters
Characters/ Pairings: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester
Word Count: 5388
Warnings: Course language
Disclaimer: Characters belong to the creator and the network. No profit is being made - just doing this for fun.
Summary: While John is away on a hunt fifteen year old Sam begins to defy Dean at every turn. Is it teenage rebellion or is there something more sinister behind it?
Author’s Notes: Sam is fifteen and Dean is nineteen.

THIS STORY IS ON HIATUS UNTIL FEBRUARY


Dean had an afternoon off work and had swung by the high school to pick up Sam. He noticed an awkward girl around Sam's age watching his brother intently as he approached the Impala.

“Who’s the chick?”

Sam turned his head to see who Dean was talking about and screwed up his face. “Her name’s Lissa, she’s weird – she creeps me out.”

“She doesn’t look so bad. She got a crush on you?”

“Maybe...I dunno, she watches me all the time and follows me everywhere. She’s weird.”

“Jeez Sammy, you’re such a prude. The girl is obviously hot for you and she ain’t ugly, you should hit that.”

“You’re gross, Dean. Is sex all you think about?”

Dean laughed and playfully punched Sam’s arm. At fifteen, if someone had wanted to give it up for him he would’ve been on them like white on rice. Sometimes he couldn’t believe they were even related.

A week later, Dean came back from work to the run down house their dad had left them in while he was off on a hunt to find Sam and Lissa on the sofa spelunking for each other’s tonsils. “Uh, don’t mind me, I’m just going to get a beer,” he smirked as he walked into the kitchen. He obviously doesn’t think she’s weird anymore , he laughed to himself. He stopped laughing when he looked into the empty refrigerator and then out through the window and noticed the untouched woodpile in the backyard. Sam was supposed to chop more wood for the fire when he got home from school and he hadn’t picked up any of the groceries he was supposed to get. He understood what it was like to be fifteen and horny but that didn’t excuse him from doing his chores. Just because dad wasn’t there it didn’t mean Sam could slack off.

He walked back into the living room where both kids had straightened themselves out. “Lissa is it? I think it’s time you headed home, Sam has some stuff he needs to do.” He steeled himself for Sam’s pissy response but he just sat there.

“Um, yeah okay, I guess I should be getting home. Walk me out Sam?” The teenager walked her to the door and she leaned in and whispered something to him. He nodded and then said goodbye as she left.

“Dude, I know I said you should get some, but priorities, man. You didn’t pick up food on your way home so there’s nothing here for breakfast in the morning. I’ve been busting my hump all day and now I have to go to the store. Plus, you need to get your ass outside and cut some wood or we’re going to freeze later.”

Sam just stood looking at the door with a thousand yard stare. Annoyed now, Dean clicked his fingers in front of his brother’s face, “Hey space cadet, are you listening?”

“Oh...yeah...sorry, I’ll do it now.”

As Dean picked up his keys to head back out to go to the market he said, “I thought you didn’t like Lissa?”

Sam just stood there for a second then frowned and replied, “I don’t, I told you that. She’s weird.”

“Your weird,” Dean countered as he closed the door behind him.
ooOoo

He wasn’t sure what woke him so his hand instinctively went to the handle of the knife he kept under his pillow. He pulled on the jeans that were at the foot of his bed and crept into the hall.  A log in the fireplace fell and crackled and he knew that was most likely what had woken him. The bathroom light was on and the door was ajar. Wondering if Sam was sick he poked his head in but the room was empty. He quietly padded across the hall to check on Sam but when he opened the door, the bed was also empty. Unease started to turn to fear as he checked the rest of the house. Sam wasn’t here. He quickly checked the salt lines and finding them all intact, ran outside calling his brother’s name.

Sam’s cell phone was plugged into the charger in the kitchen. Panic gripped him in its vise like grip as he started to run through a list in his head of anything that might have been able to get past the salt and protective sigils to get in and take his brother as he quickly got dressed. He couldn’t think of one damned monster that should be able to do it. He ran to grab his keys and gun and then grabbed his own cell phone. He’d hold off calling his dad while he did a quick search of the area just in case.

He was about to turn the corner two blocks down when he saw a familiar tall, gangly shape climbing out of a window of a house almost as rundown as their own. He slammed the brakes on and jumped from the car as Sam came slouching toward the footpath.

He pulled his gun as he got to his brother. “Are you okay?”

Sam looked startled and stopped in his tracks. “Dean?”

“What took you? How did you get away and how the hell did it get you out of the house?”

“What? Nothing took me, I walked here.”

“Well then what the hell are you doing out and whose house is this?” He couldn’t believe Sam had snuck out like a thief in the night.

“I had to see her.”

“What? Who?” And then it hit him. “Lissa? You snuck into some girl’s house in the middle of the night? What the hell is wrong with you? What if her parents had caught you? Do you know how much shit could rain down on us because you're thinking with your dick? Get in the fucking car!”

When Sam just stood there, Dean shot forward grabbing the teen by the collar and growled, “Get. In. The. Fucking. Car. Now!” He pushed him into the passenger seat and slammed the door.

“I had to see her.”

Dean shoved his brother through the front door of the house. “You are so fucking grounded, do you hear me? You EVER pull a stunt like this again and I’ll beat you into next week. Do you have any idea how scared I was? I thought something had taken you, you little fucker. You can tell your little girlfriend that you won’t be seeing her anymore as well, outside of school you’ll be training and doing every nasty-ass chore I can find for you.” He was shaking from anger and adrenaline brought on by terror. “Get to bed now before I decide to kick your ass.”
ooOoo
The next morning Dean got Sam up at the butt-crack of dawn and even though he tried to get out of it when he was woken by saying he wasn’t feeling well he made him do a three mile run. When he returned he was given a long list of jobs to do when he got home from school. Throughout it all Sam never said a single word and Dean had thought at least the kid was smart enough not to mouth off at him or give him any more lame excuses.

“All of this better be finished by the time I get home from work and except for homework, you’ll be training the entire weekend.”

Dean arrived home that evening to an empty house. Not one thing on his list had been done and Sam’s backpack wasn’t there so it was obvious he hadn’t even come home after school. He debated going looking for Sam but thought he’d give it another hour even though he was beyond angry. Sam had never defied him before – sure they argued over things and he was always getting into it with their dad but he always did what Dean told him to. He was going to beat the shit out of the little brat.

Forty five minutes later, at 7PM, Sam shuffled through the front door, dropping his backpack to the floor.

“Where the fuck have you been?” Dean seethed. The kid didn’t even look remorseful – he looked kind of dopey.

“Uh...I was at the park.”

Dean slammed him back into the door choking on rage, “You were told to come straight home and you decide to go to the park? After your little stunt last night, do you have a death wish or something?”

“N..no, Lissa wanted me to go with her.”

“Lissa? I don’t Goddamn believe you! You disobeyed an order for some chick you didn’t even like a week ago!” It took all of the older boy’s willpower not to punch Sam in the face. “Get in your fucking room before I knock you on your ass.”

He was so furious he couldn’t see straight. This was so unlike his little brother. Yeah he was starting to be an argumentative son-of-a-bitch sometimes but he’d never done anything like this before. Dean had never hit Sam outside of sparring but tonight he’d come pretty damn close. He was going to run him into the ground the entire weekend, maybe that would teach the little dick a lesson.

He made them both sandwiches for dinner because he was too tired and too angry to bother to try and cook anything. When he took some into Sam, the kid was sitting on his bed just staring off into space. He thrust the plate at him and for the first time ever, he had to tell his little brother to do his homework.

Dean had just stepped out of the shower when he heard the phone ring. It stopped after a couple of rings and he figured Sam had picked up it was probably dad checking in. He was debating telling his father what was going on as he quickly toweled himself off but he knew his father would lose his shit so he thought it best to handle it himself. He may have been angry but he didn’t even want to think about what his dad would do to the kid. He quickly threw on a pair of sweats and walked into the living room to see Sam hunched over talking quietly into the receiver. “Is that dad?”

Sam looked up but wouldn’t meet his eyes and shook his head no. “Who is it then?”

He cupped his hand over the mouthpiece, “Uh, it’s Lissa.”

Dean reached Sam in two long strides and ripped the phone from his hand. “Lissa, this is Dean. Sam can’t see you anymore, he’s grounded. Please don’t call here again.” He slammed the phone down.

“I thought I told you to tell that her that you couldn’t see her again.”

“I did.”

“So why did she call here?”

“She said she didn’t care.”

Dean was incredulous. “Well you’d better care or you ain’t gonna like the consequences. Go to bed. I want all of the weapons stripped and cleaned first thing in the morning then you can chop the wood we need for the rest of the week.  After that we’re going to do target practice and finish with a five mile run. I don’t want to hear a word out of your mouth tonight, not one word. Go.”
ooOoo
“Rise and Shine, you’ve got a lot to do today.”

A messy brown mop of hair poked out from beneath the covers as he slapped at the overly large feet. “I don’t feel so hot, Dean.”

“Oh no you don’t, you’re not weaseling your way out of this. You did the crime, you do the time.  If you aren’t eating breakfast in the next ten minutes, you can go without and add a morning run to your punishment.”

Sam spent the entire time cleaning the weapons in complete silence. Dean hoped it was because he was feeling guilty for the ridiculous crap he’d been pulling and not because he was sulking. When he finished Dean jerked his thumb toward the woodpile in the backyard, “Get chopping, Paul Bunyan.” Sam didn’t bitch and moan or even glare – he just walked out and picked up the axe.

Dean was listening to the steady thunking noise of wood splitting while he was flicking through an old car magazine. He figured he’d relax for a bit because he was going to be out there pushing Sam hard for the rest of the day. Stupid little brat, he thought as he thumbed his way through. He’d hoped to spend the day getting in some R&R – he’d been working his ass off at the garage all week.

After a short while, he realized that he wasn’t hearing anything from out back anymore and irritation started to mount because there was no way his brother had chopped nearly enough for what they needed for a week and the lazy runt shouldn’t even be game enough to be slacking off. He sighed heavily as he pulled himself from the chair to go and bawl Sam out for stopping. As he got to the back stairs he saw that Sam was no longer even in the yard.

You’ve gotta be freakin’ kidding me!

It probably hadn’t been longer than ten minutes so he figured Sam couldn’t have gotten too far and jumped in the car practically vibrating with anger. Sam had gone too far this time and he’d obviously stopped listening to Dean so he was going to have to deal with a very pissed off John Winchester and right about now Dean thought it served the kid right – but that would be after Dean kicked the living shit out of him.

He saw the hunched, loping figure of his brother a few houses away from the girl’s house, he figured that would be where Sam was heading. Dean loved girls but he’d never been so far gone on one that he’d be willing to face the wrath of their father to be with her. He figured Sam had maybe lost his virginity to her – along with all of his common sense and survival instinct.

He pulled to the curb and almost flew out of the car, fury making his vision dark around the edges. He grabbed Sam by the arm causing the younger boy to startle and shoved him into the back seat. Launching into a stream of curses that would make a marine blush he dragged him out of the car when they reach their ramshackle house just a couple of minutes later.

“You want to test me, Sam? Is that what this is about? Because if you wanted to find out what my limit was, you’ve found it and then some.”

He shoved the boy through the front door and continued shouting, “You were heading to her house weren’t you?”

When he got no answer he finally snapped and lost control. The punch sent Sam sprawling to the floor, his lip splitting under Dean’s fist. Although he’d had much worse while hunting and even occasionally while training, Dean had never purposely hit or hurt Sam before and seeing the blood on his baby brother’s lip stopped him in his tracks.

“Damn it Sam, why?”

Sam wiped the blood from his mouth but made no move to get up. He didn’t look up either – his eyes hidden by his long bangs. “She told me to meet her...I had to.”

“For fuck’s sake Sammy, if she told you to jump off a bridge would you do that too?”

Sam cocked his head to the side like he was thinking seriously about his answer and then said the one thing that Dean would never have expected. “Yes.”

His anger hadn’t really abated but the desire to hit had and he reached down to offer his hand to pull Sam to his feet. “Look I know sex can be pretty damned fantastic kiddo but you’ve gotta start thinking with something other than your dick. This is a hell of a turnaround, a week ago you said the girl was weird and now you’re defying me and risking a hell of a beat down from dad for her. I thought you didn’t even like her.”

“I don’t like her and she is weird!”

“You don’t like her but you’re screwing her?”

“No...I...we haven’t done...not yet.”

“Then why in the name of all things holy are you sneaking out and breaking every damn rule me and dad have given you.”

Sam looked confused, “Because she told me to.”

Suddenly, Dean’s mouth went dry. All of this was so unlike Sam – the sneaking around, the blatant disregard of Dean’s orders and now that look of pure bewilderment. None of this seemed ‘natural’.

“Sit down, Sammy.” The boy sat on the sofa while Dean got ice from the freezer for his lip. “You said you had to. Do you have to do everything that Lissa tells you?”

Sam nodded his head.

“What has Lissa told you to do?”

“Um...I can’t tell you.”

“Because you don’t want to or because you can’t?”

He answered quickly but was looking anxiously between the clock and the door like he was going to try and make a break for it. “I can’t.”

“Is that because Lissa told you that you can’t?”

He nodded his head again. A spell or a curse maybe? Dean thought. First he had to figure out the extent of the control. He stood in front of the door to block the exit.

“You supposed to be with her now?” He got another nodded response, “Did she threaten you?” He shook his head no. Okay, that’s a start.

“Has she made you do anything bad?” Sam scrunched up his face like he wasn’t sure how to answer.

“Okay, let me reword that. If she asked you to hurt someone would you have to do it?”

“Yes.”

“Have you hurt anyone?”

“No.”

“Is she human?”

He got another scrunched up face in response and then Sam started to look at the door desperately.

“It’s okay Sammy, we’ll figure this out but you’re not going anywhere until we do.”

Just to test his theory he stepped away from the door and moved toward the kitchen. The moment he did, Sam shot out of his chair and made a run for it. Dean tackled him to the floor and a small whine escaped the younger boy. Just then, the phone rang. Figuring it was their father and Dean needed all the help he could get, he stuffed Sam into the hall closet and braced a chair against the handle.

“Sorry kid, but I gotta get this and you ain’t going anywhere.”

When he picked up the phone there was silence on the other end. He said hello a couple of times and then hung up the receiver. It could’ve been a wrong number but he was betting it was Lissa, Sam was supposed to meet her and he didn’t show up and now she’s looking for him.

As soon as I figure out what you are and how you’re doing this, I’m coming for you bitch!

Sam was frantically banging on the closet door making distressed whimpers. Knowing his brother was likely to hurt himself, he knew he was going to have to let him out but he also knew that whatever was compelling him was going to make him do his damnedest to escape. There was no other option, he was going to have to tie Sam up. The thought made him feel a little sick – he was already feeling plenty guilty for hitting the kid. He couldn’t use rope because if Sam struggled, he was going to get rope burn and he didn't want to hurt him so he quickly shred a sheet into strips to use instead.

After he had a sweating Sam bound to a chair he started with the questions.

“Did she give you anything Sammy, like a gift – anything at all?”

“No.”

“Did she say a spell or speak in a language you didn’t know or Latin or something?”

He started shaking his head frantically, “No.”

“Tell me everything she said when you first spoke.”

Sam scrunched up his face again.

“She told you that you can’t tell?”

“Yes.”

All of a sudden Sam started to shake and he bent from the waist, “Dean, it hurts, make it stop...please.”

Fuck!

“What hurts Sam?”

“Everything...please...hurts...make it stop.”

He started coughing violently until blood appeared on his mouth that had nothing to do with the split lip.

Dean grabbed Sam’s backpack and upended it on the floor. He spread everything out and started to go through the pockets. He was panicking now because if he was wrong about this he didn’t know what was going to happen to Sam.

“I know this is hard Sammy but you have to look. Is anything in here not yours?”

Sam was gasping but trying hard to focus. He shook his head no. Dean shoved his hands into Sam’s jeans pockets and pulled out his keyring, a pack of gum and a wallet. He opened the wallet but the only things in there were a few dollars, the condom Dean put in there last year, a library card and an old photo of the two of them. His brother was crying with the pain now and Dean was ready to rush to bitch’s house and drag her back there and torture her until she broke whatever it was she had over his little brother. The only problem was he didn’t know what she was – if she was some stupid human kid dabbling in witchcraft or some kind of monster. He also didn’t know if her family were part of it and how many of them there were. If he dragged a teenage girl kicking and screaming from her house, her parents were going to call the cops and if he was arrested he couldn’t help Sam.

He was leaning toward a human using witchcraft because she’d been in the house so it was unlikely she was some kind of monster, the house was well protected.

He was about to call his father when Sam gasped out, “D’n” and had another coughing fit.

He rushed to his brother’s side and pushed the sweaty bangs from his face. “I’m here little bro, I don’t know how she’s doing it, I gotta call dad.”

“Dean...bracelet.”

“What?”

“On my (cough) wrist.” He nodded his head toward his left hand.

Dean pushed the piece of sheet binding his brother’s wrist back revealing the braided leather bracelet. He had a matching one, they made them together when Sam was twelve and they never took them off. He could see where it had snapped and been knotted again.

“It broke last (cough) Friday....oh God, it hurts,” he was bent almost double now, “Lissa’s friend, Holly (gasp) said she found...found it near my locker.” The sweat was pouring off the younger boy now. “She...(cough cough) gave it to me...Monday.”


Dean grabbed a knife and sliced through the leather. For a moment he couldn’t see anything different about it except for where it had snapped and been retied but then he saw it – what looked like a few strands of hair wound tightly together braided through the leather strips.

“Jesus, I hope this works.”

He grabbed the lighter fluid from his duffle and the bag of salt from near the back door, threw the bracelet into the kitchen sink, covered it with both and lit it up. He ran back to his brother’s side and after a minute or two the coughing stopped. Sam was breathing heavily but not gasping for air anymore.

“Sammy, you okay?”

“Yeah... I’m okay. Can you untie me?”

Before Dean grabbed the knife to cut through the bindings he had to make certain, he had to see if the compulsion had been broken and see if Sam could answer him now. “What did she make you do?”

“Ugh, she said I was special. She wanted me to be her boyfriend and – God – I had to make out with her even though I hated it and I couldn’t stop. There was other stuff too but can you untie me first, I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck.”

When Dean removed the restraints he helped his brother to stand and Sam threw his arms around his big brother and hugged him fiercely.

“I’m sorry Dean, I didn’t want to do any of it and I wanted to tell you but I couldn’t. I’m so sorry!”

“Not your fault, kiddo, I’m sorry I hit you and I’m sorry that I didn’t work out sooner that something was wrong, I should have known. Let’s get you cleaned up and then you need to tell me everything. We need to stop her so she can’t hurt you or anyone else. Do you think you need a doctor?”

“Nah, I’ve just got a killer headache and I still feel kinda sick but I’ve been feeling like that for a few days. Please...please don’t tell dad, he’ll kill me for letting this happen. He already thinks I can’t do anything right.”

“It’s not your fault. It happened on my watch so if anyone is to blame, it’s me. God, you really have been feeling sick and I didn’t believe you. The stuff you were doing – I should have known you would never do that. Sit down and I’ll get you some Tylenol and some water and then you need to tell me everything. We gotta work out what she’s doing and how to stop her.”

He handed the painkillers and a glass of water to Sam who was still as white as a sheet.

“Where were you supposed to meet her?”

“At her house, her parents are away and she’s supposed to be staying at Holly’s.”

“So she’s human right?”

“Yeah, I think so but I dunno for sure, I haven’t tested her or anything. It was like my brain was messed up and I haven’t been able to do or say anything and it’s all kind of foggy. ”

“So did she want you to do anything or is she just so hard up for a boyfriend that she had to use witchcraft?”

“The first couple of weeks at school she just followed me everywhere and was always watching me. She creeped me the hell out but I thought she was just some weirdo freak, then all of a sudden she was talking to me and I needed to do anything and everything she told me to. A few times my head would clear a little bit and I wanted to tell you that I thought something was strange and then...it was like I couldn’t remember what I was going to say.”

“Do you remember everything now?”

“Most of it, there are a couple of blank spots but God, I remember most of it although I wish I didn’t.”

“What do you mean?”

“She made me touch her and she touched me,” he said with a shudder. “I don’t even like her but she was making me want it while it was happening. I was supposed to sleep with her tonight.”

“Damn, you mean I could’ve left it another day and you would’ve got your cherry popped?” Dean smirked.

“So not funny, Dean.”

“No, you’re right, it’s not. But she just wanted a boyfriend on a leash, right?”

“No, I don’t think so, that was part of it but she said tonight was really important – that everything would be different after tonight. That she would show everyone how powerful she is.”

“Any idea what she meant?”

“A ritual, maybe?”

“Maybe, things like blood and sex can make for some pretty strong magic. Do you think...?”

Before Dean could finish his sentence Sam jumped up from the sofa and ran into the bathroom. He was kneeling in front of the toilet emptying his stomach when Dean ran in behind him.

“Shit, Sam. Are you okay?”

Sam sat back on his heels and wiped his arm over his sweating brow while his older brother wet a washcloth.

“I dunno, I feel pretty awful.”

“Is this from all the pain and coughing?”

“Nah, I’ve been feeling pretty sick for a couple of days, it’s just getting worse.”

“But we burned the bracelet.”

“Maybe it’s just an after effect.”

Dean put the wet cloth on the back of Sam’s neck and felt his clammy forehead. “Shit, kiddo. You’re burning up. Fuck, that means whatever spell was on the bracelet was compelling you to obey but there must be more to it. I’m gonna skin the little skank alive.”

All of a sudden the young teen lurched forward and started retching again. Dean rubbed his back and smoothed his bangs back from his face and after a minute or two he stopped again. He had just rinsed his mouth out when the phone rang. Both boys looked at each other.

“What’s the bet that’s her? I need you to buy us some time, do you think you can do that?”

Sam nodded and got to his feet shakily and he walked out and picked up the phone. “Hello,” he nodded at Dean to indicate it was Lissa.

Dean hoped Sam could stall her long enough so that they could come up with a plan. His brother was listening intently to whatever she was saying and then spoke quietly like he was trying to make her think he didn’t want his older brother knowing about their conversation.

“He’s in the kitchen making me soup. I don’t know what’s wrong, everything hurts real bad and I’m sick,” he panted, groaned and coughed throughout while rolling his eyes, “I tried but I couldn’t get out of the house, he pretty much has me on lockdown.”

Dean really wished he could hear what Lissa was saying.

“Oh... okay.” He grabbed his notebook and a pen from his upturned schoolbag and frantically scribbled, Decem horis expectare dolor sit audacia. He stopped with the coughing and groaning and made it sound like he was getting his breathing back under control, the same way he did when they had burned the bracelet. Dean was pretty impressed at how good he was but their dad had been teaching them both how to con people since they both hit their teens.

Lissa was talking again and Sam had a look on his face that could strip paint. “Thank you...but I can’t get out right now, he’s really worried about me being sick. As soon as he brings me my soup he’s not gonna leave my side until he goes to sleep but I could still sneak out tonight after he’s gone to bed just like you told me to.” Dean was pretty much holding his breath when there was pause while the girl responded and Sam gave his brother a thumbs up signal. “Yeah, I got it, before midnight, okay.” Another pause and his grip on the phone was so tight his knuckles were white and the plastic creaked. “Thank you, Lissa.”

He slammed the phone down, “Bitch!”

“That was Oscar worthy, dude!” Dean grinned, “what the hell were you thanking her for?”

“For putting a hold on the pain part of the compulsion. Bitch told me I had to thank her.”

“So what was the Latin?”

Sam read over the words he had written and raised an eyebrow. “Uh, let’s see, ten hours to wait... let pain...I think that word is abate.” He rolled his eyes, “The phrasing and grammar are all wrong in Latin, like she translated each word separately but it would rhyme in English. It's like a cheesy spell out of the movie ‘The Craft’ but it worked. If I was still wearing the bracelet I’m guessing I’d be coughing up blood again if I didn’t make her timetable. But you were right, it obviously wasn’t just that because I still feel like shit even though I don’t feel like throwing up now and she said she would also do something that would help with the sickness...for a while.”

Dean practically growled, “She’s gonna pay for this.” He flopped into a chair and scrubbed his hand over his face. “We gotta come up with a plan and you gotta tell me everything you remember.”

He looked over at his brother knowing that Sam wouldn’t like what he was going to say next, “And I think we’re gonna have to call dad.”

TBC
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Rating: M
Genre: Gen Teenchesters
Characters/ Pairings: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, John Winchester
Word Count:
Warnings: Swearing and violence
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue!
Summary: Fifteen year old Sam is left alone for three days while Dean and John are on a hunt. When they return, there are police all over the motel and the person they are looking for is Sam.
Author's Notes: John is a bit mean for a while but he comes around.



Now

This was the first time they’d left Sam alone for three entire nights in a row.  Dean was an old hand at looking after both himself and Sam when he’d been fifteen but he still hadn’t been happy about leaving Sam by himself for so long. John thought Dean was coddling Sam too much and had insisted that things would be fine as long as Sam followed his rules to the letter and he expected nothing less than total obedience from his boys. Even if Sam had been almost constantly argumentative over the last year he still trusted that his youngest would do as he was told when it came down to it. It’s not like the rules were hard to follow – keep the motel room warded, only leave the room to go to school and come straight home and under no circumstances draw any attention to himself or the fact that he was there alone. So when the Impala approached the motel the last thing John expected to see was the motel car park swarming with police.

“Jesus, what the hell?” He swore under his breath.

Driving away and pulling the car into a side street, John told Dean to get out of the car and follow him so they could slip in as close as they could without being seen to try and establish what was going on. At least the fact that it was dark would help.

From their vantage point they could hear snippets of what was being said and they heard one of the cops ask the motel manager which room the boy was staying in. The manager indicated their room and they watched as the officer knocked on the door several times but Sam either wasn’t there or he wasn’t opening the door.

“Goddammit, what the hell has your brother done?” The eldest Winchester fumed. Dean didn’t respond, he just went as white as a sheet as he took out his cell phone to call Sam but John’s hand stilled him. “Don’t. If he’s inside and his phone rings, the cops will know he’s in there.”

The officer spoke again to the manager telling him to call them immediately as soon as the Wilson boy or his family returned. Yep, they were definitely looking for Sam – that was the name they had used when they checked in.

“Three days and he can’t keep out of trouble, and with the law, no less! He knows better than this, I’m going to kick his ass six ways from Sunday when I get hold of him.”

“But sir, what if he’s hurt or gone? Anything could have happened.”

John threw a furious look at his eldest. “He wouldn’t be in trouble with the cops if he was hurt. I don’t know what he’s done but he’s gone too far this time. Let’s just hope we can get him and get the hell out of town before they arrest his sorry ass.”

Another forty minutes later, after the last cruiser drove out of the lot they saw the curtain twitch.

“He’s definitely in the room. Dean, go get the car and bring it right to the door, I need to get him out and us gone as quickly as possible before the manager can call the cops back here.”

“Yes sir.”

Dean wanted more than anything to go and get Sam himself because he knew by the look in his father’s eyes that Sam was in for a world of hurt when John got hold of him, but he knew better than to argue and he jogged back to the Impala.

John skirted the building and approached the room from the opposite direction of the office. As they always did when they could, they had taken the room at the end of the building to allow for a quick getaway if necessary. When he opened the door he found his youngest sitting on the bed chewing his thumbnail with their packed bags at his feet. At least the kid had sense enough to be ready to go as soon as they returned.

“Dad!”

“I don’t want to hear it, Sam!” He roared as he picked up one of the bags and shoved it into Sam’s hands as he grabbed the other two. “You can explain yourself when we’re on the road. Dean’s bringing the car around.”

“But, Dad–”

John cut him off by grabbing him hard by the shoulder and shoving him toward the door. “Not one word out of you, do you hear me? You can’t even be trusted to keep yourself out of trouble for three days, what the hell is wrong with you? Your brother knows how to follow orders but you – you do seem to go out of your way to disappoint me. I thought I could treat you like an adult but all you’ve done is prove to me that you’re a spoiled little child.”

Tears welled up in Sam’s eyes and quickly spilled onto his cheeks. Why did his father always assume the worst in him and he wouldn’t even let him explain. It wasn’t fair.

The rumble of the Impala as Dean pulled up in front of the room had John shoving Sam outside the door.

“Get in the car. Now!”

Dean slid into the passenger seat and watched as his father roughly pushed Sam out of the motel room door and he winced. He dreaded the upcoming drive out of town knowing that it would consist of John screaming at Sam until he was hoarse while Sam tried to explain himself. He didn’t think there was any excuse in the world that Sam could come up with for getting in trouble with the police that would make his dad calm down. Punishment was going to be severe. Even Dean had never brought the heat of the law onto them outside of hunting. What on earth had Sam done?

The back door of the car was pulled open and John pushed a scowling Sam into the backseat but before he could get behind the wheel the manager had run over to them...with a beaming smile on his face which morphed into confusion.

“Mr Wilson, are you leaving? The police need to speak with your son. You must be so proud of him, he was incredibly brave!”

Now it was John’s turn to look confused. Dean swiveled his head from John, to the manager and back to Sam who was still scowling. John recovered quickly. “Yes, of course but we have a family emergency and have to cut our road trip short and get home immediately. We’ll, uh, call the police to let them know where we’ll be.”

The manager frowned, fished a card out of his pocket and handed it to John.

“The deputy gave this to me, I really hope everything is alright with your family. Maybe they’ll let your boy make a statement to the police in your home town.”

He leaned in and smiled at Sam and said, “That was a hell of a thing you did, kid. Hell, most adults aren’t that brave, you take care you hear?”

Sam’s scowl lifted as he politely acknowledged the man, “Thank you, sir. I will.”

The manager looked back to John shaking his head in awe, “And so polite too. You’ve raised a good boy, Mr Wilson. You travel safe now.”

When John got into the car he and Dean exchanged bewildered glances and both looked back at Sam who was now wearing a monumental bitch-face as he sat with his bangs covering his eyes and his arms folded.

As John pulled out of the lot he glanced at his son in the rearview mirror, cleared his throat awkwardly and said, “I think you better tell me what’s going on, son.”

Sam rolled his eyes and grumbled, “So now you want to listen.”
ooOoo

Three hours ago
Sam was sitting quietly in their motel room watching a rerun on the ridiculously archaic TV set. Dean had just called and told him that the hunt was successful and they were two to three hours away. At least they would be out of this dump in the morning, three weeks in this Hicksville was two weeks and six days too long. He was contemplating calling for a pizza because he had some of the money his dad had given him left over when he heard an angry voice and an almighty thump on the wall from the room next door. Just great, now he was going to have to listen to the neighbors fighting, why did dad always have to put them in skeevy motels?

There was another shout and something banged against the wall so hard it made the picture above the beds rattle and then he could hear the sound of breaking glass. He wanted to call the manager to get him to tell them to shut up but he couldn’t because then he might know he was by himself and no matter how annoyingly loud they were being he wouldn’t break his dad’s rule. He wanted the man to trust him like he trusted Dean. He could stay on his own, he was fifteen, it wasn’t like he was a kid anymore.

He was about to turn up the TV to try and drown out some of the noise when he heard what sounded like a woman practically yelping. It wasn’t the first time he’d overheard a bit of domestic violence but this sounded worse than he’d heard before so he switched off the TV. Now he could actually hear the sounds of a beating. If there was one thing he was familiar with it was the sound of fists connecting with bodies – he’d sparred enough and he and his family had been thrown around enough by all sorts of things since he’d started hunting with Dad and Dean. He was torn. He didn’t want to break the rules but he couldn’t sit and listen to some asshole beating on his wife or girlfriend. Maybe he could make an anonymous call to the police.

He was brought out of his musing by the sound of a woman screaming and begging for her attacker to stop. Sam slipped out of the door of their room and saw that a man a few rooms down had opened his door too but he shook his head when he saw Sam and turned around and went back inside. Typical, nobody wanted to get involved. The noises were getting worse and the woman was pleading and whimpering so Sam peeked through a gap in the window and what he saw chilled him to the bone. A man was beating a young woman bloody on the bed and tearing off her clothes. There were no prizes for guessing what he was about to do.

Without really thinking about it Sam threw the door open shouting for the attacker to stop. It wasn’t until afterward that he thought that he probably should have gone and grabbed the gun Dad had left him. It would’ve ended things much more abruptly and quietly.

The man turned and shouted at Sam to get out at the same time the woman screamed again for help.

“Get the fuck away from her!”

“Piss off, kid, this is none of your business.”

Sam stepped further into the room drawing up to his full six foot height  – thanks to a massive growth spurt over the past few months – trying to look as imposing as he could, which really wasn’t very because although he had gotten a good six inches taller, it had left him really skinny and gangly.

The man actually laughed as he backhanded the woman on the bed and stepped menacingly toward him.

“Walk away, kid or I’ll fuck up your pretty little face too.”

The man was much bigger than Sam – a couple of inches shorter but a hell of a lot bulkier – but Sam had the advantage of being sober where the other man was obviously drunk and he’d been trained in hand-to-hand combat. He was also taught by Dean to fight as down as dirty as he had to.

“I don’t think so,” he answered as he saw the bleeding woman scramble to cover herself and try to flee to the bathroom.

She made a dash for it and the man lunged and grabbed her arm in a fierce grip. As he went to tug her back toward him, Sam kicked out connecting his foot with the man’s soft midsection causing him to immediately release his hold on the woman as the air was knocked out of him. He recovered quickly and hurled himself toward Sam with a roar but was deftly sidestepped, then Sam threw a solid right hook to the man’s jaw and wow, he was really going to feel that later.

The man began swinging. Sam dodged the punch that was aimed at his face but wasn’t quite fast enough to completely avoid being hit in the ribs which slightly winded him. The man had a menacing look on his face and was attempting to crowd Sam into a corner. He knew if the guy managed to grapple with him, he’d lose the upper hand because of the man’s sheer bulk so he feinted with a punch toward the man’s face and then punched him solidly in the groin. As he doubled over, Sam slipped around and gave a brutally hard one-two punch to the man’s kidneys and he went down like a sack of potatoes.

Sam stood over him still in a fighter’s stance, panting and sweating and said, “Are you done?”

The guy used a chair to slowly pull himself to his feet and spat out at the woman, “This is not over bitch,” and staggered out the door.

The woman who had managed to wrap the quilt around her mostly naked, battered body slumped to the floor and Sam ran to her side.

“Are you okay? God, stupid question, I’m sorry. Let me help you over to the bed.”

He gently helped her to stand and moved her until she was sitting on the bed in an obvious state of shock. She looked up at him with glassy eyes.

“Thank you, you saved my life. When I left him he said he’d find me. He said he’d kill me.”

A woman rushed through the door with a blanket saying something about how the police and an ambulance were on their way and Sam turned to find he had an audience of astonished faces of three or four motel occupants and the manager. When all eyes were on the injured woman he quietly slipped back into his room, packed their duffles and turned the lights off.

He thought his dad would be really proud of him but also knew that he wouldn’t want Sam pulled into a police investigation so he knew to be ready to go as soon as Dad and Dean got back. When the police showed up they knocked on the door after they’d interviewed the witnesses but he stayed silent until they left thinking nobody was in the room.

After he heard the last squad car leave he chanced a small peek out the window to make sure they were all gone then sat on the bed to wait, coming down from the adrenaline high. When his dad burst through the door he felt enormous relief.

“Dad!”
ooOoo

Now
By the time Sam finished his tale John was speechless. He watched as Dean’s incredulous look changed into a broad grin as he leaned over the seat and ruffled Sam’s hair.

“Way to go, Sammy, you seriously kicked some ass! You’re a hero, dude! ”

Sam blushed and said, “I didn’t do anything that anyone else wouldn’t have done. M’not a hero.”

John was still trying to wrap his mind around what his youngest had just told him. Surely he was embellishing the story so he wouldn’t be in trouble. But then there was the motel manager’s expression and the way he said how brave Sam had been. He knew he had to say something but he just didn’t know what. His son had displayed an amazing amount of bravery but he had also broken the rules about drawing unwanted attention with no thought to his own safety. Then again, how could he be angry at the boy for saving a woman from being beaten, raped and possibly worse. Still, it scared him to think of how many things could have gone wrong. Sam was a gawky fifteen year old child who took on a violent, grown man without even knowing if he was armed.

He was also slightly ashamed for thinking the worst and going off on Sam without letting him explain. Unfortunately, John didn’t much care for the feeling and it made him angry.

“You realize you could’ve gotten yourself killed, Sammy.”

The young teen rolled his eyes and then looked pointedly at his father. “So what was I supposed to do, just let the douchebag rape and kill her?”

“You could’ve called in an anonymous tip to the police,” John replied gruffly.

“Dad, by the time they got there it would’ve been too late.”

Dean’s smile fell. After finding out what really happened – that Sammy was a goddamn hero – his dad and his brother were back to fighting again. If it had have been Dean that handed the would-be rapist his ass he’s sure his dad would be praising him so why was couldn’t he do that with Sammy?

“He saved her Dad, isn’t that what we do – save people?”

His father looked at him with an expression of frustration. “That’s different, Dean and you know it.”

Sam was back to scowling and Dean was pretty sure he could see tears in his eyes even though he had his head down.

“No, Dad, I don’t think I do. Why don’t you explain it to me.”

“Don’t you dare take that tone with me, boy.”

“I didn’t mean any disrespect, sir, I genuinely don’t understand.”

“He’s just angry because it was me, Dean. Apparently I can’t do anything right.”

“Don’t be a smartass, Sam. You’re not too old for me to take my belt to.”

Everyone fell into an uneasy silence that lasted for the next fifty miles until John pulled into a gas station to get some coffee. Sam huffed out that he needed to use the bathroom and practically stomped across the tarmac.

“I don’t understand why you’re angry with him, Dad. He did something amazing and brave.”

“I’m not...I’m not angry with him, Dean but what he did was reckless.”

Dean looked at his father, realization dawning, “You're scared. He could’ve been hurt and it frightened you.”

John swiped his large calloused hand across his face. “He could’ve gotten himself killed.”

“Dad, he could be killed on a hunt. How is it any different?”

“Because he has us to back him up,” he shouted, “he went in alone and unarmed.”

“So you are scared?”

“Of course! He’s my baby and he went in alone!”

“And how would you have felt if we’d gotten back and an innocent woman had been killed and Sam had just sat there and done nothing? You trained us to protect people, Dad.”

“I know. It’s just...I can’t lose him. I can’t lose either of you.”

“You didn’t even apologize for jumping to the wrong conclusion. If you two keep fighting all the time you’ll lose him anyway, by pushing him away.”

John looked at his son and thought, Is that what I’m doing?

He bowed his head. “You’re right, it’s just he’s so damn headstrong and it’s going to get him into trouble.”

“I wonder where he gets that from.”

John scowled at Dean but knew he was right. As much as it annoyed him, he and Sam were too alike. He saw Sam walking back to the car, head down and dragging his feet.

“Go and get us some coffee, son. I need to talk to your brother.”

He saw the look Dean gave him and said, “I’m not going to fight with him, okay.”

Dean exited the car as Sam got in the back purposely not looking at his father.

“You did good, son.” Sam’s head snapped up and he looked at his father with hope shining in his eyes. “I’m sorry I thought the worst of you. I just saw the cops and...” He shook his head.

Sam knew that his father rarely apologized for anything and even though it might’ve sounded half-hearted to some, it was as close to praise as John ever gave.

“Thanks, Dad.”

When Dean got back to the car Sam was staring out the window smiling and his father was watching him furtively in the mirror with a look of pride on his face that he couldn’t quite hide and suddenly everything felt right in his world again.

He was with his family – his two favorite people, his father whom he idolized and his little brother, the reluctant hero.

Fin
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This is Part Two of Firsts 'verse dealing with first sexual encounters. This chapter deals with Sam's first time. The first was Dean's and the third will be Wincest but each fic is stand-alone.

Rating:
NC17
Genre: PWP
Characters: Sam/OFCs, Sam/OMC
Word Count: 4,260
Spoilers: None. Pre-series.
Warnings: Adult Het sex. A brief mention of M/M sex act which in some parts of the world may be considered underage - Sam is sixteen.
Disclaimer: None of the characters belong to me - I'm just borrowing them. No copyright infringement intended.
Author’s Notes: This story is mainly het, there is just a wee dash of M/M.

Link to Firsts Part One - Dean

Sam Winchester was quite unlike his older brother. He didn’t have the same confidence Dean had with the opposite sex or with anything in general that wasn’t related to schoolwork. He knew Dean had started messing around with girls from a very young age because his older brother always had to brag about his conquests even when Sam was still very young and the thought of kissing girls let alone anything else just grossed him out. He even knew when Dean had lost his virginity because, to ten year old Sam’s horror, he’d lost it in Sam’s bed while he was at a sleepover.

Sam’s first kiss was with a girl in his class named Stephanie and after that very chaste peck on the lips she told all of her friends at McKinley that he was her boyfriend. He thought that was pretty cool even though she kinda scared him sometimes. Stephanie had just turned twelve and was always touching him and Sam at eleven didn’t quite know what, if anything, he was supposed to do with that. To his horror, she had even grabbed his thigh under the table when he was eating Thanksgiving dinner with her family right under the noses of her mom and dad. Before they had left town, he and Stephanie kissed a few times (no tongue because that was just eeuw) and she put her hand on his crotch. He ran almost all the way home after that with his heart hammering in his chest and his pre-pubescent dick hard in his pants.

Sam’s first proper kiss didn’t happen until he was fifteen. She was pretty and smart and just as Sam’s luck would have it – and this was something that would repeat itself on and off even throughout his adult life – she was one of the monsters they were trained to hunt and kill. Her name was Amy and she was a Kitsune. Amy knew what it was like to have to move around and not fit in and she was the first person who told him that being a freak made him more interesting and in her he saw a kindred spirit. When her mother found him in their house and tried to kill him, Amy saved his life by stabbing her own mom to death. When she asked Sam to run away to make a new life together a small part of him wanted to because he was so sick of the hunting life – sick of his father dragging him and Dean all over the country and sick of the fear that one day his brother or his father would end up dead – but he couldn’t do it. He couldn’t leave Dean. Even though Amy wasn’t human it didn’t stop him from replaying that delicious kiss over and over and wondering if she was safe wherever it was she had run to.

As traumatic as the circumstances surrounding that first kiss were it had opened up Sam’s confidence a little. Now he knew how good kissing could be he wanted to do it again...and again.

The first girl to let him do more than kiss was Monica Richardson. They had been living in Kenosha for four months – a long time by Winchester standards – and he had actually made some pretty good friends. Both he and Monica were fifteen and spent much of their time in the library. She had a shy smile, a honey blonde bob and glasses that kept sliding down her cute little freckled nose. It took him two weeks to build up the courage to ask her to go get a soda with him after school and another week to kiss her. What Dean had told him about how ‘it's the quiet ones that'll surprise you' seemed to apply to Monica. After he worked up the nerve to kiss her, Monica couldn’t keep her hands off him. He'd go to her house after school to study but most of the time it ended up being long make-out sessions and very little actual studying. Monica gave him his first hand-job and she let him touch her too. Sam was heartbroken when they left town because he thought he maybe loved Monica a little. He hated his dad for making them leave and after that he and his dad went from butting heads to fighting constantly.

Sam's first blow job wasn't even from a girl. He and Rick Mason were on the soccer team together and when Rick had asked Sam to tutor him in algebra he really hadn’t thought it was anything other than the boy needing help with math. Rick was tall and lean with dark  blonde hair, bright blue eyes and a killer smile and Sam thought he was cute which had really confused him. He'd never had a crush on a boy before (other than his hero-worship of Dean) and he hadn’t been sure he was normal. In fact, he was pretty sure he had never been normal. He had nobody to ask about these things because there was no way in hell he was ever going to tell Dean that he thought he might be into guys as well as girls. Most people in the schools he went to already called him a freak, he would never take the risk that the person he loved more than anyone in the whole world would think he was as well. He knew that his brother wasn't homophobic but he wasn’t sure Dean might be so open if he found out his little brother might be bisexual.

The first time he went to Rick’s to tutor him, the boy told him straight out that he thought Sam was hot and that he was pretty sure Sam felt the same way about him. As he walked across the room toward Sam he said he’d seen the way Sam had looked at him in the locker room after soccer practice, then he stepped into Sam’s personal space and pressed his hand to Sam’s crotch. When Sam whined at the contact, Rick had wasted no time dropping to his knees making all the blood from Sam’s brain go rushing to his rapidly hardening erection which the boy licked from root to tip. When Rick closed his mouth over the swollen cock and began to suck in earnest, Sam had almost seen stars and the only thought in his head before his brain shorted out and he came was blow jobs are absolutely, positively, the most amazing thing in the entire universe!

He and Rick traded secret kisses and blow jobs for the next two weeks until his dad had moved them again. He was sixteen years old and it seemed he had no issue with playing for both teams because apart from the awesome blow jobs, he'd really liked Rick a lot. He had wondered for a little while afterward if the reason he’d initially been attracted to Rick was because he’d kind of reminded Sam of Dean – with the same bigger than life, cocky personality. He wondered if maybe his fucked up teenage hormones had misplaced his hero-worshiping crush on his brother into a sexual crush on someone like him.

Sam didn’t lose his virginity until he was seventeen, something his older brother endlessly ragged on him about. He’d had ample opportunities but it just didn’t sit well with him to have sex with someone he barely knew. He wasn’t a love ‘em and leave ‘em kind of guy like Dean – it had to mean something. He wasn’t in love with Emily Burton but there was no doubt whatsoever how much he cared for her – she was really something special. It seemed all he ever did was fight with his dad and whenever he got the chance he took refuge from the bitter words with Emily and at school they spent every moment they weren't in class, together. They’d been dating for almost two months and Sam knew she wanted to take things to the next level but it bothered him that they would be moving on in the next month or so. He knew Emily was a virgin too and it didn’t feel right to take what she was offering knowing that he would have to leave her. It just wasn’t fair. He thought he and Emily could have maybe had a chance at a future if he could only stay. He may have loved his father but sometimes he hated him so damn much for dragging him along on his miserable quest for vengeance.

Even though he could never tell Emily anything close to the real reason the Winchesters moved from place to place, he did tell her how much he hated his family's nomadic lifestyle and she had been helping him with applications for scholarships so that he could go to college – be normal, live a normal life. The night Sam lost his virginity he and John had had the mother of all screaming matches. He’d missed an significant test because he’d been dragged along on a weekend hunt which was supposed to be only two days tops but they didn't get back until Tuesday. It was a test that could affect his grades which in turn could affect his scholarship chances. After both he and his father had yelled themselves hoarse his dad had fallen asleep at the bottom of yet another bottle of whiskey and Dean had gone out to a bar muttering something about being sick of listening to the fighting and why was it Sam always had to goad their dad at every turn. Sam went out through his bedroom window. It never seemed to matter to his father or brother that school was important to him. It made him more determined to continue to get good enough grades so he could escape a life of hunting.

He tapped on Emily’s window and she had no problem letting him in. Her parents were asleep at the opposite end of the house and although they had to be quiet, they didn’t need to be silent. She listened as he poured out his anger and frustration and then kissed him until he was breathless.

“You can stay here tonight as long as you're out before my parents get up. They won’t be awake before seven.”

“You want me to stay all night?”

“Do you really want to go home?”

“No, I’m already going to get my ass kicked when I go home but I don’t want to get you into any trouble.”

Emily looked at him and smiled and then lit a couple of candles on her bedside table and turned off the lamp.

“I really want you to stay with me, Sam," she leaned in and kissed him again, "I want...”  She sat up and nervously pulled her nightgown over her head leaving her naked except for her panties. Sam’s breath caught in his throat and after sweeping his hazel eyes over the expanse of her flesh he raised them to meet her chocolate colored eyes. She looked almost ethereal with her dark hair and pale skin that almost glowed in the low flickering light. She looked so beautiful.

“Em, what are you...are you really sure?”

“Yeah, c’mon, take these off,” she said as she started to unbutton his jeans, “I want you to make love to me, Sam.”

He felt almost lightheaded, they were going to have sex. It was going to happen. It was really going to happen!

“I want us to be each other's first. I know you said you’ll be moving again soon and I wish you weren’t but at least we can have this. I want this, Sam. I want you.”

Lust and nerves were duelling their way through his consciousness, each taking turns at getting the upper hand. Sam wasn’t very experienced because he wasn’t the type to do casual but he was also a healthy seventeen year old boy that had a mostly naked pretty girl on a bed asking for sex. He was so hard it was almost painful and so on edge he knew he wouldn’t last long. Then he realised something that made disappointment override everything else.

“Damn it. I don’t...um...have anything with me...I left my wallet at home.”

“It doesn't matter.”

With the words Dean had pounded into his brain from the time he was thirteen no glove, no love – rattling around in his head he knew he could never go through with it. They may be virgins and disease free but there was no way he was ready to be a father. Just the thought of that was making his erection wilt. He sighed and shook his head.

“No Sam, you dumbass.” She rolled her eyes and looked at him with fond exasperation, “I have condoms. I bought them after the first time we talked about maybe doing this.”

She dug around in the bottom of her underwear drawer and took out two boxes of Trojan Magnums. “One of these better be the right size. Do you know how embarrassing it was to buy these?” She looked up through her lashes and giggled. “I don’t know much about how they’re sized but I know you’re a big boy.” They may not have had full-on sex before but there had been some serious petting sessions.

Sam flushed a deep red, picked up the box of XLs and said sheepishly, “These ones.” He opened the box and placed a condom on the nightstand. “Are you really sure?”

She grabbed both of Sam’s large hands and placed them on her breasts and Sam let out a soft moan. She leaned forward until their lips were just touching and whispered, “I’m a little scared but I’m really sure.”

Sam pulled her in close with one arm around her waist and he cradled her head in his hand he pressed her down onto the bed and kissed her, biting lightly on her bottom lip and then soothing it with his tongue. He began to kiss down her neck as he ran a hand up her thigh to the firm globe of her ass and then between her legs. He slipped his long fingers in under the elastic of her panties finding her already slick and they both moaned simultaneously when he slid his fingers over the wet warmth of her.

He kissed and licked down to her breast and swirled his tongue around the hard bud of her nipple eliciting a sigh which turned into a whimper as he grazed her clit with his thumb. Although they had done things numerous times before, both of them had been mostly clothed and now with the wonderful sounds she was making and the feel of her naked body against his, Sam was ridiculously close to losing it. He moved back up to kiss her as he circled her clit with his thumb and slid a finger inside of her. She writhed underneath him, hard nipples grazing his chest and her thigh giving constant friction to his aching cock.  When she plunged her hand into his boxers, barely wrapping her hand around his length, his orgasm hit him like a freight train and he cried out softly as he spilled into her hand and onto her thigh.

When he came down from the high of coming so hard, he was mortified. They still had their underwear on, hadn’t even gotten to the good part and he’d come as fast as he had when he’d gotten his first handjob and he’d come before Emily. This would never happen to Dean!

“I’m so sorry.” He had his face buried against her neck and was too embarrassed to look at her.

“Hey, it’s okay.”

“God, I’m such a loser. It’s just...you’re so beautiful ...and you feel so good and...”

“Shh, it really is okay. You think I’m beautiful?”

He raised his head then and looked her in the eye still blushing deeply. “God, yeah,” he breathed. “Emmi, you’re gorgeous.”

She beamed at him and he couldn’t help but smile back, full dimples on display. He was still embarrassed but when she looked at him like that, with such happiness and adoration, things didn't seem so bad after all.

Emily scooted over to the edge of the bed and reached over to grab a towel that was hanging on the back of a chair and wiped off her hand and her leg then gave the towel to Sam. She playfully tugged at the elastic on his boxers until he lifted his hips and she slipped them off him and threw them to the floor followed quickly by her own panties. She pulled him back toward her, wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered in his ear, “Now where were we?”

He’d always known she was great but he couldn’t believe how cool she was being. He didn’t expect her to laugh but he had expected her to look disappointed. Instead, she looked...well...pleased. He rolled her onto her back and kissed her languidly. He had to admit that now the urgency was gone it was actually better. He was relieved he could take more time to make it as good for Emily as he could. He was pretty nervous about it being her first time, knowing he was larger than average even when he wasn’t hard. He’d been given the nickname ‘tripod’ by some of the guys in his gym class who had seen him in the showers at his last school which had embarrassed the hell out of him when it spread through the small school like wildfire. And to his utter humiliation, the name had somehow even gotten back to Dean who had spent weeks teasing him mercilessly by bringing it up in the most inappropriate places just to watch him squirm and blush.

He kissed his way down Emily’s body stopping to suckle at her nipples while he teased and stroked up her inner thighs without actually touching where she wanted him to be. He continued covering her torso and stomach with open mouth kisses, circling his tongue around her navel before lightly blowing over the damp thatch of curls between her legs.

“Please, Sam.”

She sounded so wanton and he felt his cock starting to thicken again when she parted her legs allowing him to settle between them. With the first touch of his tongue to her clit she let out a delicious moan and grabbed at his hair. He loved this. He absolutely loved going down on her and making her quiver. He loved her scent and her taste and the pretty noises she made when she was nearing climax. Of all of the things that they had done so far this was his favourite although he felt that was probably going to change once he sank himself inside of her.

He took his time sucking and licking at her clit like he was worshiping it. When he slid two fingers into her, that was all it took and he felt her body stiffen and tremble as her walls fluttered around his fingers and he moaned as lapped at the sudden gush from her orgasm. He was rock hard again as he kissed his way back up her body loving the little trembles of her aftershocks.

“Are you ready?”

She smiled up at him, her pupils blown so that he couldn't really see the brown anymore and nodded, “Just...um...just go slow okay.”

“You can tell me to stop and I will. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“It’s going to hurt, Sam, but I still want this.”

His nerves were back in full force again as he reached over and picked up the condom wrapper and his hands shook so much he dropped it twice. Emily took the little packet and tore it open and gave the condom to him. He was so nervous he had trouble rolling it on and he would have laughed if it wasn’t for the fact that he was both incredibly horny and totally terrified.

When he settled himself above her, he kissed both of her eyelids and then her nose. He thought he should tell her that he loved her but those were words he knew he could never use unless he really meant them. He liked her so very much so instead he said, “You’re so beautiful, Emmi” and she leaned up to kiss him. When he broke the kiss he lined himself up and gently started to push his way inside. He had to grab the base of his cock to stave off coming at the first feeling of that incredibly tight warmth. He had to fight to keep his eyes open as he was overwhelmed by the sensation of feeling himself slowly pushing in because he needed to see if he was hurting her. He felt resistance and Emily’s breaths were coming in short pants, her brow furrowed from the discomfort.

Jesus, he was close to coming. The tightness of her was overpowering but when he felt a sudden give and Emily cried out softly from pain, dug her fingernails into his back and screwed up her face it brought him back from the brink quickly. He stilled even though the urge to push was monumentally strong. “God, Em, are you...should I stop?”

A tear fell from the corner of one of her tightly closed eyes and she shook her head and replied, “Just give me a sec, I’m okay.” She pulled in a deep breath, opened her eyes and saw Sam’s hazel eyes looking at her with such worry she smiled and then urged him to move.
As he pressed in as far as she could take him he was torn between concern that he had hurt her and the delicious feeling of Godyessofuckinggood. She couldn’t take his full length but it didn’t matter because being inside of her felt so amazing. He pulled back and pushed in again slowly finding his rhythm and then kissed her deeply, their tongues tangling as she started to match his thrusts with presses of her hips. He could tell she was still uncomfortable so he reached his hand between them and began to rub her clit soft and fast. He raised his head and bit his lip trying desperately not to come until she did but he felt the familiar coil of heat and his balls started to tighten. He lost all rhythm and threw his head back as his orgasm ripped out of him and tried not to cry out and wake Emily's parents.

With labored breathing he dropped forward and kissed her and, then with great difficulty, resumed his attention on her clit while fighting to hold himself above her on one very shaking elbow. She began a litany of “oh, oh, oh” and he felt her contracting around his cock as Emily came shaking beneath him. He worked her through it and then gently eased his slowly softening cock out of her holding the base of the condom tightly.

When he disposed of the condom he wrapped himself around Emily and asked if she was okay. She answered by kissing him long and sweet.

“Was it...did I...”

“It was perfect, Sam. It hurt for a bit but then it felt good although I’ll probably be sore tomorrow...but good sore.”

He winced but she smiled at him and they wrapped themselves together in a sweaty tangle of limbs and kissed until they fell asleep.
He woke just before dawn and he kissed Emily awake and told her how much the night had meant to him. He snuck back out of her window as the sun was coming up over the horizon. When he got back home his father was waiting and he was beyond furious, launching into a tirade as soon as Sam walked in the door. Within minutes, the shouting brought Dean into the room ready to join his father at yelling at Sam for worrying them. When he saw Sam’s face it stopped him short. His stubborn, defiant little brother wasn’t yelling back and there was none of the usual fury – in fact he had kind of a dopey look on his face.

When John stormed out of the house slamming the door in his wake and Sam went to go to his room, Dean raised an eyebrow in question.

“What?”

“You know you’re gonna be paying big time for staying out all night with the training from hell and any other God awful punishment dad can think up for the foreseeable future.”

Sam sighed and then shrugged, “Yeah, I know.”

“So was it worth it?” Dean asked with a smirk.

Sam smiled sheepishly,“Yeah, it really was.”

Dean threw his arm around his not so little brother’s neck and pulled him down for a noogie.

“Aw, our little boy’s all grown up.”

“Shut up.” Sam blushed furiously but couldn’t keep the grin off his face.

“Go take a shower, princess. Dad's gonna be back with the punishment from hell as soon as he's calmed down and because I’m such an awesome big brother, I’ll take you out for breakfast to celebrate your deflowering before he kills you.”

Sam rolled his eyes and flipped Dean the finger, smiling all the way as he walked out of the room. When he was in the shower Dean snuck into the bathroom and said, “Hurry up, bitch,” as he flushed the toilet. He ran out of the room laughing as Sam screeched, “Oh, you jerk!” when he was hit by ice cold water.

Fin

June 2016

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